Page 89 of It's Complicated

I gasped and arched into him. Isaac swallowed my cry and fucked me with his fingers. I spread my legs as wide as I could and tilted my hips up so he had the perfect angle.

“That’s it, Jamie,” he rasped, breaking our kiss but keeping his lips hovering over mine. “Ride my fingers. Make yourself feel good.”

“How are you so good at this?” I rocked my hips, forcing him to go deeper and faster.

“The internet and a very awkward conversation with Asa.”

“Asa?”

He’d told me Asa figured out we were hooking up, but as far as we knew, he was the only one.

“Yeah.” He sat back on his heels and gripped my cock, stroking me in time with his fingers. “I figured it was better to go to the source and not just believe what I read on the internet.”

“Smart man.” I moaned, barely able to string two thoughts together, let alone have a conversation.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked, his voice husky and deep.

“I will if you keep doing that.”

Isaac bent down and sucked my cockhead into his mouth again, moving in tandem with his fingers.

My orgasm exploded out of me with almost no warning. One second I was teetering on the edge of release, my entire body alight with pleasure, and the next I was shooting into his mouth with a strangled cry.

Isaac sucked me through it, swallowing me down and working those magical fingers inside me as I rode the waves of my orgasm.

When I could think again, I blinked open my eyes.

Isaac was kneeling between my legs, his sweats pushed down around his thighs and working his cock, his eyes roving over my body.

“C’mere,” I said blearily, making a weird hand motion at him. “Wanna suck you too.”

“Too close,” he gritted out, flicking his gaze to my face, then tracing it over my chest and down my stomach.

I made a feeble attempt to sit up, my body as shaky as a newborn giraffe. All I managed to do was get my elbows under me and flop around a bit.

Isaac let out a loud groan, his hand working his cock furiously as he fucked his fist.

I saw the moment he tipped over, his expression going blissful as he let his head fall back with a low cry and shot over his hand and all over my stomach.

It wasn’t the first time he’d come on me like this, and I lay back, watching his orgasm and relishing every ribbon of cum that landed on my skin like it was a personal brand and Isaac was claiming me.

If someone had told me a few months ago that I had a bit of a cum fetish, I would have called them crazy and had a good laugh with Isaac about it.

Now I was lying on my bed covered in Isaac’s cum and loving every second of it.

“Oh god.” Isaac fell forward, catching himself with his free hand as his body sort of gave out. “Holy fuck.”

“C’mere.” I gently tugged on his arm, not wanting to knock him off balance while he was still out of it.

Isaac lowered himself on top of me and buried his face in my neck, his body still quaking with aftershocks.

I wrapped my arms around him and held tight, giving him a chance to enjoy the afterglow as we cuddled.

“That was so fucking hot,” he said into my neck, his voice muffled. “Watching you ride my fingers like that, feeling you come. So hot.” He pressed several kisses against my skin.

“It felt amazing.” I ran my fingers through his damp hair.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” He let out a weird little laugh that almost sounded like a cough.

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